"I can't believe you are moving." My best friend, Emi, says.
"I can't believe it either, I wish I could take you." I look over at her sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not moving across the country, that's too much work." She smiles
I giggle at her, "that's so you."
I start to pack all my books first, one after the other I start to regret my decision to move to LA. What if I hate it? What if I'm not successful? What if I just fail and I can't afford to live out there anymore? What about my family?
"Stop, I know that look. You are going to succeed. I mean, Jess, you have 80.9k followers!" She helps me pack my books.
I look over at her, rolling my eyes. "My follower count doesn't matter in this situation, I mean they may like my photography and art but that doesn't mean that actual photographers and artists will." I sigh and sit on my bed.
"Jess, everything will work out. If it doesn't I'm always here and you can come live with me." She still packs my books. "You are NOT backing out on moving to your dream city, point blank."
I get up and start to pack with her, "you are right, I need to face this head on!"
*after packing*
"Everything is done.." I look over at Emi.
"Yeah.." she looks at me.
We start to hug each other tightly, I can't believe that I'm leaving my best friend, and my first supporter. She's been there for me for so long, and now I'm just leaving her. I don't want to, but to bring my artistic abilities further I should. My heart dropped when she let go and said the words, "have fun without me."
I started to bawl, and I fell to the ground. "Emi, I can't just leave you. I simply cannot. You mean too much, please come with me." I looked up at her and saw her tearing up. "Jess, I can't-" I cut her off, "I will pay for everything! Please!" I started to cry harder. "Jess..." she looked over at a window. "Fine, but I'm paying for half of it." The words that just slipped out of her mouth lit me up. I started to wipe away my tears. "Are you- are you being serious?" I smile at her, weakly.
"Yes, now get off the floor, we've got a plane to catch in the morning."
I get off the floor and thank her as she left.
My best friend is coming to LA with me... is this a dream?
I closed the door and walked into my empty bedroom. Spinning around I start to think of the memories, like the one time Emi slept over once I moved in because I was afraid. The other time when me and Emi were wooing at how cute Evan Peters was, and then we heard a knock on the door after we said 'what a coincidence would it be if Evan knocked on the door right now?'
I sat down on the floor and looked at my blank wall, a wall that holds so many funny moments, sad moments, and shocking moments. I've lived in this apartment for 3 years, and I'm finally leaving it. I'm finally pursuing my dream at 21.
*In the morning*
I woke up from my alarm and had a really bad backache. Sleeping on the floor really does suck. I got up and saw the clothes I had laid out the night before and grabbed them, heading to the bathroom. I finish changing into baggy jeans and a big t-shirt, and grow my auburn hair into a bun. I'm not even gonna bother doing a full face of makeup, so I just throw on concealer over my acne spots and bottom lash eyeliner with some mascara. I'm finally ready to get my ass onto that plane. My phone starts to ring, it's Emi.
"Hey, are you ready for me to pick you up?"
"Yeah, just text me when you get here."
"Alright"
She hangs up and I put my phone down, I can't believe this is still not a dream. I sit down on the floor and play my game. In the middle of finally beating it, Emi texts me "I'm here."
Meaning I should probably get the hell up and go downstairs.
I do that exactly and lock the door, leaving the key in the mailbox next to my door. I run downstairs and get into Emi's car.
"These girls are ready to hit California!" Emi yells as she rolls down her car top.
